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The dream changes rapidly.

The child grows up and becomes a boy or a boy. The gossips of relatives and friends kept ringing in his ears.

"...Be good and be nice to Agou, you know? If you listen to him, if he likes you, he will give you something more. You know?"

"...I am your biological father, remember? Without me, where would you be?"

"...Mom doesn't want it either. But if you follow Agou, you have money. Look at the interest classes you are taking now, the clothes and food... If you hadn't given them to Agou, we wouldn't have given them up, so you had to We have had a hard time.”

"...Why is your father so old? Is he your real father? He doesn't look like him."

"...What is your name? Why do your family call you Xiao Ying? And then they call you Shen Rong?"

"...Shen Rong, are you lying to me? You don't even tell the truth when it comes to art! Pen name? Bah! Are you married and have children elsewhere?"

"...Xiao Ying is my son, why can't he come with me? Shen Ankang is dead! The funeral has been done, and he was thrown into a pot by him, what else is going to happen?"

"...What Xiao Ying! He should be a member of our Guan family!"

"...We have raised him for so many years and spent so much money on him. Oh, now you want to pick peaches?"

"...Xiao Ying, son! You speak for yourself! Do you recognize our biological father and mother?"

…

The noisy sound faded away.

The surroundings became quiet, and those chaotic scenes disappeared, turning into a pale color.

The smell of hospital disinfectant is very pungent.

The light from incandescent lamps and the voices of family members, patients, and medical staff outside the door are all a headache.

I saw the man lying on the bed.

It's the man I saw just now. He was even more haggard, and his whole body was almost inhuman. His cheeks were sunken and his eyes were protruding because of his thinness. He was wearing an oxygen mask and had many tubes inserted into his body.

His eyes were open, glaring at the man beside the bed.

The man appeared to be in his twenties or thirties. He also looked haggard and had a lot of white hair on his head.

As if he saw that the other party had something to say, he stood up and came closer and took off the other party's respirator.

"I'm going to die..." The man's voice was hoarse.

"Dad, don't worry, it's okay. The doctor said your operation was successful and you are recovering well. You just need to take good care of yourself..." Xiao Ying, who was possessed by me, patiently comforted me.

"Haha... don't lie to me..." Shen Ankang sneered, his expression exactly the same as when he adopted Xiao Ying, "I know I'm going to die..."

Xiao Ying said nothing.

"You must have thought that if I died..." Shen Ankang took a few breaths and spoke in a very soft voice, "You thought that if I died, the Shen family's belongings would fall into your hands... into your hands. My sister’s hand…haha…”

Xiao Ying looked at Shen Ankang expressionlessly.

"You... you are dreaming! Dreaming!" A cruel look suddenly flashed on Shen Ankang's face, "Don't think about it! It's useless! I didn't even get it! You are not my seed! You are not the Shen family's seed. , you have no chance in this life! Our Shen family has no chance! Hahahaha... cough cough cough..."

Shen Ankang's madness and hatred are no different from the Xiao Ying I saw in the video.

The madness and heartfelt hatred under despair were not hidden.

He was truly filled with hatred, and only hatred remained.

"Cough cough cough..." Shen Ankang coughed violently.

Xiao Ying stood beside him, motionless, neither leaving nor taking care of Shen Ankang. He didn't even think about anything, his mind was empty, and he treated it all indifferently.

When Shen Ankang came out of breath, his mood seemed to have calmed down.

"I named you Shen Rong... You shouldn't have been named this..." Shen Ankang said with difficulty, "In our family, there is no child named 'Rong'. We cannot call you 'Rong'. Only the master can be called 'Rong'." '...Master Rong...the ancestor, Master Rong..."

Xiao Ying seemed a little impatient, "Dad, don't think too much, just have a good rest."

"Master Rong has been at our house... I'm going to see Master Rong... He's down there... I want to tell him that the Shen family has no descendants, he can't come up, he can't be reincarnated..." Shen Ankang said to himself Pan said.

My heart skipped a beat.

"... His things, the treasures he hid, no one knows anymore..." Shen Ankang looked at Xiao Ying, "They thought it was something... Haha... No, it's Master Rong. As long as the Shen family blood As long as he is still there, Master Rong can be reincarnated... what he has accumulated over several lifetimes, hundreds of thousands of years... Hehe... Hehehe..."

I seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt.

What Shen Ankang said was so unexpected. But after thinking about it, this seems to be a reasonable thing.

Reincarnation will carry the mark of the previous life. Although most people don't remember what happened in their previous lives, some people will remember it.

In addition, the world is deteriorating, and God is acting crazy and haphazardly. If a soul finds a loophole in the reincarnation process, or bribes a ghost, it allows it to enter reincarnation with its memory. This starting point is not ordinary high. Compared with rebirth and time-travel novels, where you start a new life with decades of memories and knowledge, this kind of reincarnation can bring with you the wealth accumulated in previous lives.

A treasure hiding place, an anonymous bank account, an old house passed down by the family...

If the price of all this is that Shen Xiaorong can only be reincarnated into the Shen family's bloodline, this is really a huge gain.

He also let his family's descendants know about it...

I had believed my guess and felt that this was the only truth.

But I see Xiao Ying, he obviously doesn’t believe this. He didn't believe what Shen Ankang said at all. He felt that Shen Ankang was out of his mind and made up such a story.

"Dad, you should have a good rest." Xiao Ying said.

Shen Ankang stared at him and let him put the respirator on himself again. He showed a weird smile and said no more.

Shen Ankang died that night. It was very painful when he died. It must have been a disease such as cerebral infarction. He seemed to be paralyzed, incontinent of urine and feces, and his whole body was convulsing in pain.

Xiao Ying watched the doctors and nurses rescuing him, but he still didn't have much emotion.

Shen Ankang's wives arrived soon. Xiao Ying's biological parents and grandmother, Shen Ankang's sister, also arrived.

A group of people cried and howled, and within two seconds, they all caught Xiao Ying.

Quarrels, fights...

The surrounding scene became chaotic again.

Dreams flew by.

It seems that in order to avoid these troubles, Xiao Ying chose to go abroad.

Shen Ankang left no inheritance, and there was no wealth or treasure in his name that everyone imagined. Those people's fight for Xiao Ying gradually turned into suspicion of Xiao Ying. Even if Xiao Ying goes abroad, they will not let him go.

Xiao Ying hid in a narrow rental house, using cheap brushes and paints to paint on the mottled canvas.

He is troubled by such a twisted blood relationship, and also troubled by his current hardship and poverty.

There was a sudden throbbing pain in his head. Xiao Ying let go of his hand, and the brush dragged a red line on the canvas and fell to the ground.

I saw the images that suddenly poured into Xiao Ying's head.

It is a quiet forest with dense trees that block out the sky and the sun. There were several people standing under the tree. It was too blurry for people to see their appearance clearly. I could only feel that they were looking at Xiao Ying with the same cold eyes as those in the woods.